6.3.11

Sundays in My City




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In my home, Sundays are all about sleeping in, catching up on certain shows:







...and enjoying a late, late breakfast.

I make the weekend breakfasts. It was that way with my dad all my childhood and now it's my gig. Who is here for breakfast depends on the spend-the-night situations on Saturday. This morning was my daughter and her bestest.

First for a little boost:





this is what we use to store the less glamorous coffee I bought at the grocery





I tried to decide how many coffee makers I've had in my life. The only answer I could come up with is A LOT! Here's our latest. It's a work horse.





I lifted this mug from one of my sisters about 6 or 7 years ago. I will never return it.


Now it's time to make some breakfast. Sometimes I ask the kids what they would like. This morning was simple. Bacon and Pancakes. No egg or potato courses. No sweat.

So I turn this:






Into this:






And this:






Into this:






And this:





And finally this:






Which turns this:






Into this:






And now that the bellies are full and happy. It's time to write!

Cheers,

Casey

3 comments:

  1. Now that looks like a pretty much PERFECT morning Casey!

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  2. I'm flying down for breakfast next Sunday. Our day did NOT start out like that today. I should just take a photo of last nights (or was it the night before last) pizza box.
    Yea...I've got to get to the grocery store. Stat.
    :-)

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  3. Our sundays are hectic with us visiting parents.. your sunday sounds really idyllic !

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